Tuesday, July 31, 2007

This just in...

In Breaking News from Nashville
Crosswalks are cooking an evil plan and Dogs ask "Does this leash make my ass look fat?

On the local 10 o'clock news tonight they did one of those 'investigative' stories about how the crosswalks here are evil and they are plotting day and night to take down every pedestrian in Nashville, one slow poke at a time. The problem? The lights apparently don't give enough time for people to get across safely or they are other wise defective (i.e. missing a button).

They interviewed a public works official who stated that the crosswalk times were based on the average walking speed of a human and they do perform regular maintenance on the lights and get this - he said that the longer the crosswalk, the more time the light gives you to get across. What a novel idea.

Investigating further and using a high tech device called a stopwatch the action news team timed a random crosswalk - it took 47 seconds for the light to change and the 'walk' sign to come up. The public works official had previously stated the lights change in about 30 seconds once a pedestrian hits the walk button that's attached to the light (Stef you know the one that makes the clicky sound you like). It's an outrage I say - 47 seconds!! Clearly there is some plot in the works by the evil doer crosswalk regime (just fyi the color code for the level of threat will be Red, Yellow, and Green).

Still not satisfied the team does some man on the street interviews and finds out that one old woman had to stop in the median b/c she couldn't make it all the way across before the light changed (no sh*t, really? ) And to drive home the point of how bad the crosswalks were they finally interviewed a woman in a motorized wheelchair - who could, incidentally make it all the way across before the light changed. No her problem wasn't getting across in time, it was getting across at all. According to the woman she waited for 2 hours one time for the light to change. TWO HOURS?!?!?

I find it absurd and really not at all believable that the lights/walk sign didn't change for two hours. And why in the name of the saints would you wait at a light for two hours - maybe trying going up to another intersection or something? If I had to wait at a light for two hours (honestly probably more than two minutes) the impatient monster inside of me would either kick the stoplight pole repeatedly or just start running as fast as my short little legs would take me.

The next story - and really we have gone off the deep end as a society so brace yourselves - Scientists have now come out with a doggie diet pill. A doggie diet pill for pete's sake. Evidently not only are the dog owners (i.e. most Americans) big fat asses - but so are their dogs.

So now your puppy can be anorexic just like you Nicole Ritchie. Seriously - just get out and walk your dog - you'll both feel better and Fido can finally get into that two piece.

p.s. if you don't laugh at this you have no soul b/c it's killin' me. Does this leash make my ass look fat...funnah!

Portrait of a Dumbass - Richard Reid



There are already way to many of them in the world but I wanted to take some time out today and highlight a special dumb ass - the shoe bomber dumb ass or SBDA as I like to say.

Here are the highlights from the online article

The man imprisoned for trying to blow up an American passenger jet with explosives hidden in his shoes says he has no regrets and trusts that God will set him free, according to a British newspaper. "I had a couple of good dreams about my situation changing for the better ..." Richard Reid reportedly wrote from prison, the Daily Mirror said Monday.

Good luck with that buddy! I once had a dream I was tiny as a mouse and I lived in the garage of my parents house - it was super cool...but...sad to say....it didn't come true. I'm also pretty sure that God is plenty pissed off at you for not having accidentally blown yourself and your stupid shoes up before getting on the airplane in some sort of practice run gone bad scenario - the end result being that you eliminated yourself from the gene pool thereby relieving God of having to deal with you later.

Go Rot.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Advice for the youngins


Forget college - hell forget graduating from high school. Why spend time and money on all that nonsense?

Of course you can spend all that money, time studying (sorta), and find a job that pays you marginally well to sit and stare out the window of your office and watch cars drive by.


Or a job where you can spend several hours talking to your friends on IM.


Or one where you sit and obsessively check a) your blog b) your friends' blogs c) your email d) your bank statement - of which there is no activity b/c you're at work and you aren't using your debit card so nothing has been charged.

Or sit and wonder when the hell you are going to find a job that a) you like with no exceptions - or close to no exceptions b) fulfills you and keeps you occupied c) doesn't make you loco
.

Please note - I have not mentioned computer games like Bejewled and Cubis b/c I gave those up when I started my new job - I'm not sure if they monitor my computer activities and I don't want to get caught wasting time.

Snooky and I have had several discussions - after work hours - about the fact that we don't feel like grown ups - and yet we are firmly entrenched in our 30's - well past grown up. But do grown ups feel like this? This discontent? Did my mom and dad feel like this when they were working? Does anyone else feel like your skills and education are a waste of time and money? Hell my salary doesn't even come close to what I owe in student loans.

I'm going to go kick some dust, pout until my lip touches the floor, and possibly throw an all out tantrum - not very grown up at all.


Sunday, July 29, 2007

Ah High School


I was prompted to dig out my old yearbooks from High School tonight for various reasons and what I found alarmed me.

OHMYLORD we were all geeks! Even the cool pretty people were geeks. I'm honestly amazed at how many of us were actually able to meet, mate, and procreate.

We all looked just like those ads you see online for classmates.com. The hair - mall bangs, flock of seagulls, cyndi lauper, mullets - it was all bad. The acne - the way the black and white pictures highlight it perfectly. The over-sized glasses, the peg jeans, the Jessica McClintock prom dresses.
Oy!

I have a fantastic picture of me and my BFF Laura from one of our dances freshmen year - I took a picture of it (since I don't have a scanner) I hope it shows up sorta well. Some of you have been lucky to see it up close and personal - it's priceless honestly. It's also ok to laugh b/c every time I see it I laugh. And yes - we had the same Jessica dresses on - Laura's was long - mine was short - she was a size 0 - I was not :-)

Thursday, July 26, 2007

*sigh*


Snooky and I were talking yesterday about how drinking Coke, even Diet Coke, it seems now is basically going to kill you.


It saddens me b/c I *heart* diet coke in a major way and it nearly destroyed her b/c she is Coke's SuperFan. Santa packs are coming....Santa packs are coming....


Anyway the discussion ended with her basically deciding not to try and make the switch to diet coke - she's toyed around with this idea in the past - and me deciding that I was just going to start eating fatback and drinking whatever I wanted b/c in the end it really doesn't matter - we're all going to die. And I think I'd be quite happy dying with a cold diet coke in my cold dead hand.


Tuesday, July 24, 2007

In my humble opinion...the war in Iraq


On the news tonight it showed George W speaking about how Al Qaeda is still a threat etc. etc. same bullshit different day - and during the segment they of course showed W talking (it grates on my nerves so to listen to his annoying voice and how utterly stupid he sounds) and then they showed video of Bin Laden (of course) and an Al Qaeda training camp. The particular footage they showed was a group of the trainees crossing monkey bars in the dessert somewhere. And the absurdity of it all was overwhelming. Seriously - our young men and women are dying because of a 'threat', an 'enemy', an 'evil-doer' that trains on f*cking monkey bars.

Let me say that I am in no way degrading what our troops are doing - they are doing their job and I appreciate that/them. I am however more disgusted than ever that our 'Commander in Chief' has created this chaotic no win situation to take down a group that trains on monkey bars. MONKEY BARS. Come on - we are supposed to be 'the super country', can't we do better than this mess? I've also decided that W must have the world's smallest penis b/c that's the only thing that explains his obvious need to overcompensate in such a grand manor.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Sunday at the Atlanta Zoo

Atlanta has a nice zoo - we checked it out this morning.





Steve and Me after this weekend :)

Baseball in Atlanta











Had a great weekend with Steve, his kiddos, and his parents, in Atlanta. We got to see the Cards play the Braves Friday and Saturday night. Awesome night for baseball both nights - unfortunately the Cards lost on Saturday. Friday night they had fireworks after the game and we had great seats down the third base line. Saturday night we were way up but with an awesome view. We went to the Atlanta aquarium on Saturday - it was a madhouse - supposedly 18,000 people went through the doors on Saturday - I think they were all there the same time we were. It was not that impressive honestly - I've seen better in TN, Boston, and Chicago. Here are pics for your viewing pleasure...

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Rock of Love


What I'm about to quote isn't shocking given the context but I feel compelled to pass along this nugget of life knowledge to you.

I am watching Rock of Love - the new Bret Michaels reality show - he's trying to find love and from the looks of the 25 women vying for his affection it appears that big boobs and big hair are the most important qualities in finding a soul mate. Smahts - not so much - I say this because of the following quote by Erin from IL (she does my home state proud really) *clearing my throat*

"I was named Miss Hooters of IL and I have the tools to get what I want because of that"


Damnit! If only I'd known that when I graduated from High School I might have lost weight, gotten a boob job and went to the Hooters Academy and not college/grad school. No disrespect to the Hooter girls - I'd earn a buck that way if I could.


p.s. don't think I'm going to watch anymore b/c it's a tad degrading, and by tad I mean off the charts. How can they do this - don't they have parents that watch this? I kind of liked him before but he's a skank and so are they.

I need to go shower - I feel dirty.

Perfect Song

I don't believe in superstars,
Organic food and foreign cars.
I don't believe the price of gold;
The certainty of growing old.
That right is right and left is wrong,
That north and south can't get along.
That east is east and west is west.
And being first is always best.

But I believe in love.
I believe in babies.
I believe in Mom and Dad.
And I believe in you.

Well, I don't believe that heaven waits,
For only those who congregate.
I like to think of God as love:
He's down below, He's up above.
He's watching people everywhere.
He knows who does and doesn't care.
And I'm an ordinary man,
Sometimes I wonder who I am.

But I believe in love.
I believe in music.
I believe in magic.
And I believe in you.

Well, I know with all my certainty,
What's going on with you and me,
Is a good thing.
It's true, I believe in you.

I don't believe virginity,
Is as common as it used to be.
In working days and sleeping nights,
That black is black and white is white.
That Superman and Robin Hood,
Are still alive in Hollywood.
That gasoline's in short supply,
The rising cost of getting by.

But I believe in love.
I believe in old folks.
I believe in children.
I believe in you.

But I believe in love.
I believe in babies.
I believe in Mom and Dad.
And I believe in you.

Don Williams

Horses, Tadpoles, and Fish - oh my






Wednesday, July 11, 2007

My private hell part 2


I hate bugs, insects, wasps, bees, beetles, whatever - if they have more than a few legs, fly, crawl, sting, buzz or otherwise don't look like bambi or my dearly departed dog Abbie I hate them. I scream when I see them, I have a hard time killing them b/c they are big and squishy and it absolutely flips me out. I've recently been made aware of a wasp in the area called a "cicada killer'. These ginormous things actually kill cicadas - which are not small creatures either. I swear to Buddah if I came across one of these things I think I might have heart failure. They actually closed a park down here b/c of these nasty things. *shudder*

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Random Useless things

Snooky and I were talking about how excited we were to watch the two new Vh1 shows - the Scott Biao is 45 show & Rock Love with Brett Michaels. They are still dreamy - and yes I made a crack about Brett but he's worn well.

Snook also said she saw a preview for a show called I hate my 30's. We both took offense b/c we love being in our 30's.

She said that one girl on the show who had to go to yet another wedding - single - and suffer the humiliation of catching the g*d damn bouquet simply got up and announced - "I'm going home to masturbate" and left the wedding. Brilliant!

I think catching the bouquet should be outlawed. It's ridiculous that the DJ (usually a chubby guy with a car salesmen personality [yes offensive I know] forces all the single women up to the front and then the attached women who are supposed to be your friends call you out and don't shut the hell up until you treck your fat embarrassed ass up front to stand in line with all the other single girls - which Snooky pointed out are usually under the age of 18). And just so you know - I hated doing that crap when I was single and hated it when I wasn't single - I refuse to participate anymore.

I think there should be free spa days or girls get away packages thrown out for all the married or otherwise involved women so they can take a break from being a mom/wife/girlfriend. Not that I want to get away from being a girlfriend - I'm just saying. Or better yet - just find some way to embarrass all the coupled up women :)

Snooky sorry if I stole your blog thunder - I wasn't sure if you were going to write about it and I loved it so much I had to share :)

Sweet dreams my lovely single friends and awesome married moms/mommies to be/and otherwise married/attached friends. I will not make any of you catch any bouquet if I should have that type of wedding. And for those of you that did it at your weddings - you're my friends and I love you so this isn't directed to you but keep in mind - if we're single and we don't want to come up and catch the bouquet please don't make us :)

Huh?

Does anyone else find this disturbing or am I missing something?

http://slate.com/id/2168758/


Here's the summary
Nebraska district judge, Jeffre Cheuvront, suddenly finds himself in a war of words with attorneys on both sides of a sexual assault trial. More worrisome, he appears to be at war with language itself, and his paradoxical answer is to ban it: Last fall, Cheuvront granted a motion by defense attorneys barring the use of the words rape, sexual assault, victim, assailant, and sexual assault kit from the trial of Pamir Safi—accused of raping Tory Bowen in October 2004.
It seems to me the victim's rights are not being protected at all - and also seems to be the case in many rape cases - the victim is the one put on trial - cliche to say I know but it makes you think doesn't it that when the judge bans words to describe what allegedly happened ...just sort of restrictive and I don't think fair at all.

Your thoughts?

Work

I participated in some excellent training today and I could actually feel my mood lift as the day went on.

I began to like people again - briefly - and I even felt like hugging a few them - specifically the woman who was doing the training. It's amazing what a little organized, structured training can do for your spirits.

I'm still looking forward to Friday...and retirement.


Latah Suckahs

Vincent's Crib

Want to see one of the cutest kids on the planet that will fill your heart with tons of joy every time you look at his lil face? Check out Vincent's blog - newly added to the links section.

Enjoy!

Monday, July 09, 2007

Guilty Pleasure

I like watching Ninja Warrior http://www.g4tv.com/ninjawarrior/index.html

It started one weekend when Bugg was here - there wasn't anything on and we came across it and now I actually find that I like it - it's entertaining - not rocket science.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Yes I would like cheese with MY whine

I have nothing productive to write about - actually probably not anything funny either. Just feel like writing. It's 11 o'clock and I should be sleeping- I was almost there but couldn't quite make it so here I sit listening to my favorite sad songs and loving every lonely minute of it.

No no really I'm fine. What good is an emotion if you can't savor it a bit - happy or sad - live in it and relish it while it lasts. It's not necessarily a bad thing to feel melancholy now and then. Hallelujah - the version by Jeff Buckley - is the song I'm currently listening to and it's heartbreaking and beautiful and I love it - it's almost like a religious experience - or what I think a religious experience would/should be like/is like for me. Makes me feel closer to God, god, the big thing in the sky, Jesus in the trees.

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well baby I've been here before
I’ve seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd out drew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Dead Like Me


I just saw a rerun of Dead Like Me. I haven't seen an episode in a few years and seeing it again (one of my favorite episodes no less) reminded me of how great it was. It only ran two seasons on Showtime but it was one of the best TV shows I've ever watched. I have the first season on DVD and after seeing the rerun I've decided to get the second season as well. I highly highly recommend watching it. It's funny, sad, dark, thought provoking, uplifting...it's beautiful.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Happy Fourth of July

It was a happy 4th - great in fact. I got to spend several hours this morning catching up with Jennifer and then spent the rest of the day with Steve and his boys. It was awesome :)



Tuesday, July 03, 2007

More on Bull riding


What I wish I looked like riding a mechanical bull


What I probably will look like

Monday, July 02, 2007

On my mind...



I think I want to try and ride a mechanical bull. Perhaps the thought/image of me doing that is funny (I have to say it's a little funny to me but wth life is short) I'll be sure and take pictures if I decide to do it so you can see it and laugh at the actual image.

Anyone done it? How was it? My biggest fear - other than making a complete jacka** out of myself is that my pants will rip. Weird I know.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Weekend in Kentucky


Had such a good weekend with Bugg - other than the fact that Sunday afternoon came way to early and I had to leave - the weekend was great.

We stopped by and saw DeeAnee and Steve and their two adorable kids Carly and Carson on Friday. On Saturday we visited with Howard and June Bugg (Steve's grandparents and quite possibly the cutest couple in the world) and drove around in the fields/bottoms near the Mississippi River. Bugg cooked dinner last night and today we ate at my favorite pizza place in Murray - Pagliais...they make homemade ranch dressing that is an absolute must for dipping your pizza in.